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If I were to live until 100, I would think and behave differently than Boyz-n-the-hood (life expectancy is around 19). I traded short-termer’s life way back, sort of jumping-track onto a longer-term journey, albeit w/ a late start, in the still-young US. How America keeps re-inventing itself amazes me: from disco to Jimmy Carter, from…
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Or it’s just me? The Central Bank prints money. Keeps printing it. By the Trillions. God knows if they are backed by God or Gold. In God We Trust, it says. OK. I will leave it at that… Until Musk backs bitcoins. By the tune of 1.5 Billion. Enough critical mass. After all, we haven’t…
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Saint Valentine can take up shop somewhere else….let’s say to the streets, under the tunnel and highway, where the homeless, already miserable enough with socially distant tents, now face the coldest week of the year. Saw two of them fighting for a better spot at a street corner where the light was longer and cars…
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During the rally on Jan 6th, YMCA was heard in the background. Typical “arousing” song by the Village People (quite an insult, actually). Young men, exploitable. Incitable and full of zeal. I was young once. And I was and still is fearless and exploitable. But I no longer am young. I think, therefore I am.…
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A good friend. A trip to the restaurant. A handshake. Holding the door for someone coming from behind. Saying “Good Morning” (w/out a mask). Our sanity in an otherwise normal election. Civility and unity. Raising our arms for TSA’s metal detectors. Browsing at a bookstore leisurely. Just breathing in public unhindered and w/out being paranoid.…
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SNL’s “What still works” cracks my imagination opened e.g. Congresswoman Green casual ice-breaking: ” would you like to have a gun”, yes, a gun, not gum…( a scene came to mind, that of “One flew over the cuckoo’s nest , toward the end, when our native hero tried to be social ‘ wanna a juicy…
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War end saw me re-situated at Penn State. Then, while in Grad School, after an educational film job, I read about Boat People. Their braving the odds at seas compelled me to “do” something. That something was a short detour from my Communication pursuit – “front-ending” my giving (time and energy as opposed to wealth…
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Of the 35 places they said we most frequent (and now should be avoided for fear of contracting the virus), none listed our inner space. Like a character in Steven King’s The Shinning, we are all bored to tears, having self-isolated for the whole damn year. Paranoid, apprehension, compassion fatigue and self-deprecation (from survivor’s guilt…
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Gate this, gate that e.g. Watergate, Pizzagate…now Capitol Gate. They like to break in to the Democratic National Headquarter. Not once, but twice. Each time, the perpetrator gets impeached. Nixon smells better in light of what has just happened (his “Plumbers” prosecuted and jailed, but at least no one died near Crystal City). Leaders stand…
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It all started with anger turned inward. Angry at lost opportunities, at myself for making the wrong choices, taking the wrong turns and blaming the wrong people – anyone but myself. In short, self-implosion. I am addicted to winning, to be better than others, to never quit, to not lose. Getting pushed from behind, pulled…
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